Mute thy Coronation Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 151 Mute thy Coronation- Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir, There to rest revering Till the pageant by, I can murmur broken, Master, It was I- Related posts: Sic transit gloria mundi The face I carry with me-last Dying! To be afraid of thee A first Mute Coming suprusr Published in Poems
